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David laid in his four-poster bed, deep in thought. A few kids had talked to him, congratulating on him for getting into Gryffindor. Some of the ugly folks, they all sat at their table—Slytherin—had congratulated him that he had just made it onto the clumsy list, under Longbottom.

Neville was the kindest to him, comforting him on how he trips all the time. "Don't worry Dave, there are some nice people who put up with me, they won't mind you." David felt better after talking to Neville.

He still turned in early, refusing to meet the other sixth year boys, even though Neville promised they were nice. Now, here he was, laying in bed with the curtains drawn. The faint voices of talking echoing from down stairs in the Common Room. When he went up, it was 8 PM, the others would be coming up soon.

Lazily, Dave drifted off into a restless sleep. He wasn't haunted by nightmares, but the odd wonderment on how Balthazar and Veronica were doing floated through his dreams. And Becky, he missed her too…

Early the next morning, around 6 AM, David awoke groggily. He knew breakfast was at 8 AM, and it was out of college habits he awoke this early. Though, once Dave was up, he was up, there was no trying to go back to sleep.

The lanky man drawn the curtains of his bed, noticing everyone in the dorm was still asleep, and snoring lightly (except Neville, whom was the loudest). Smiling to himself, Dave got some clothes and went to wash up and get ready for his first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He couldn't describe how pleasant it felt to have hot water running down your back, or the soaps that were a different scent to each person. Dave thought it smelled of tesla coils and raw hide, with a tad of plasma bolt. Funny.

The sorcerer lost track of time in the shower, and when he finally found his watch in a pile of his sleep wear, it was 6:45. David quickly got into his school uniform, black robes, finding that a Gryffindor patch had been added, along with red and gold ties.

When Dave re-entered the Common Room, it was a third full of groggy and tired students. Most were rubbing their eyes, and some of the older kids were cramming in their summer homework.

"Hello David!" A cheerful voice came from one corner of the room. The frizzy-haired girl Hermione from the train was waving him over. "You're up early." She commented, though there was no hint of suspicion in her voice.

"Yeah, at my old school we woke up pretty early." David shrugged helplessly, "I think I'm a bit used to it."

Hermione looked thoughtful. "I understand, oh well, it's nice to have someone to talk to early. Any ways, what classes are you taking?"

Dave's heart plummeted, and he gulped excessively. "Well, um, erm, I-I never had a chance to choose. I-I believe I have, erm, potions and-and maybe spells…"

"Spells? Oh! You must have combined classes, we actually have many 'Spells' classes here at Hogwarts. Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione rambled, making Dave chuckle. "American schools are weird. What school do you go to? I've read about a few, but Dumbledore never mentioned your school."

"Oh! I went to The Blake Academy, a small and rather picky school, choosing only the best students." Dave thought it was rather clever, he smirked inwardly.

"It must be small, I never heard of it. I'm only familiar with Akron Academy, Coates Canyon, and Oakridge River. The three biggest schools in America." Hermione waved her hand, making the sorcerer turn around.

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter slumped down the stairs into the Common Room. They were fully dressed, though rather badly, and were rubbing their purple eyes.

"'Mione, you're awake—of course." Ron grumbled, sitting next to her, while Harry sat next to David. "Oh, it's you."

"Ronald!" Hermione and Harry were exasperated, staring at Ron, then glancing at Dave.

"What? I forgot his name, sheesh." Ron's ears were bright red, along with his face. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"David, or Dave." The sorcerer introduced himself, again.

"Right," the Weasley pouted slightly.

"Anyways, Hermione, it's almost eight. We should go down to breakfast." Harry interrupted, knowing how to cheer his best friend up.

"Is Neville up?" Dave asked, Neville had promised the night before that he'd take him to the Great Hall tomorrow. Dave forgot which way it was anyways.

"Yeah, he's getting ready."

"Good." Dave leaned back casually, staring into the dim fire.

"Oh, if you're waiting for him, then we'll wait for him too!" Hermione chirped happily.

A tiresome silence ensued, until about ten minutes later, when Neville rushed down to the Common Room, tripping on a chair. "Hello Dave, Ron, Harry, Hermione." He gasped, landing near the four.

"Hey Neville." Dave and Harry said in unison.

"Dave, I know I said I'd take you to breakfast, but I'm hungry and if you're going to sta-"

"No, it's okay. I was just waiting for you." Dave interrupted, standing up.

Neville smiled weakly, gesturing for David to follow. He led the sorcerer out of the portrait of the Fat Lady, down at least seven flights of stairs.

The pair entered the Great Hall, being one of the first ones there. "Oh, my." Dave had thought the food at dinner last night was appealing, breakfast was amazing.

There was a array of choices to choose from. Cereal, eggs, bacon, sausage, sandwiches, and pastries that were too fancy to name. It was amazing, and David was determined to try it all—eventually.

Today, though, David settled himself for some Cheeriowls and orange juice. The thought that he would be starting classes today had quickly dismissed his appetite. He ate slowly, waiting for one of the staff to come and pass out schedules.

Neville and David were not down in the Great Hall long when Luna arrived.

"Hello David, Neville." She said wistfully, taking some toast from the table.

"Hello Luna," Neville smiled, "are you ready for classes today?"

"Yes. I wonder if Hagrid will be showing us some Thestrals today—though I already know what they are—I always love the chance to see them." She nibbled on her breakfast, staring off into space.

"Dunno. I do hope Professor Sprout has something interesting planned." Neville said gleefully, Herbology was his favorite subject. "Dave, what was your favorite class?"

"Oh, um," Dave pondered for a moment, caught off guard by the question. "I liked my history class." He lied.

"Really? Shame, Professor Binns is boring." Neville said with sympathy.

Dave nodded, quite actually he wanted to learn more on wizards, and witches. Balthazar wasn't boring though, or else, he would zap Dave with an tesla coil.

"Mr. Stutler, your schedule." The tight faced woman, Professor McGonagall approached. Dave tentatively took the schedule, looking down at what classes he had.

Neville looked over, receiving his before Dave. "Great! We have Herbology together, Defense Against the Dark Arts…" Neville looked down at his own. "I could take Charms."

"Why don't you, Mr. Longbottom?" McGonagall questioned, giving Harry's a tap with her wand.

"My Gran…"

"Humph, I should knock some sense into that woman. Just because she failed Charms." McGonagall ranted, snatching the schedule from Neville's hand before giving it a tap with her wand.

"I guess we have Charms too!" Neville brightened up. "I don't know who else has Potions, Transfiguration, and History of Magic…"

Hermione slid over next to Luna, who was still staring dreamily at the air. "I have Potions, Transfiguration, and History of Magic." She offered helpfully.

"Thanks, Hermione!" Neville patted Dave on the back, before finishing his breakfast.

After breakfast, David watched Neville head off to his first class, unsure where to go. He had a free period, then History of Magic. Harry and Ron seemed to be heading up to the Common Room, they too had all but History of Magic with him—as discussed earlier between all the Gryffindor sixth years.

A/N: Classes coming up soon! Reviews make a happy Useful! (Chapter edited on 1/8/2013)